20. Julius
JULIUS
There it is, that soul-eating feeling as if my life source was being sucked out of me.
She’s the only woman ever to make me feel this way.
Only with her have I ever felt this deep bonding of more than just the flesh where we were joined.
It was this very thing that I have been running from.
The reason I have avoided her for so long.
I admit, it scared me the first time I felt it.
It was too much like losing myself, as if everything that I was had been given over to her.
I was afraid after previous betrayals that giving someone else that kind of power over me would only send me into a darker place, a place I would never come back from.
After all, what I felt for her then and now far surpassed anything I’d ever felt for anyone else. It made me long for the kind of love I’d long stopped believing in. So, although the pull that night had been almost too strong to resist, I’d fought my way out and run like hell.
But now there was no more running, and no turning back. I knew it in my very soul that this time, if I didn’t play my cards right, I’d lose her forever and end up losing myself. I can’t let that happen, not again. I don’t think I could make it a second time.
As I moved in and out of her, each stroke was like arriving at the entrance to paradise.
A door that I had tried so hard to keep closed was now fully open, and the deeper I fucked into her, the more of my soul she took.
There was anger mixed with lust in each thrust, but she kept up with me, just like she did that night.
Even though I knew I was hurting her, she didn’t waver or complain.
I tried my best to go easy on her, but there isn’t much I can do about my size.
The most I could do was try not to go too deep or thrust too hard, which was all but killing me.
I wanted nothing more than to give in to the burning need and that voice in my head that told me to consume her completely.
I let the tone of her moans guide me, differentiating between sounds of pain and pleasure. When I bottomed out, she screamed and fought me, but I didn’t relent; I couldn’t. The need and want were too fierce, as if I were no longer the one in control.
I sipped the tears as they fell from her eyes and held her gently as I opened her with my width over and over again. I was careful not to tear her, keeping myself in check with all my strength even though I wanted to let go and devour her.
My heart sang for the first time in years, almost as if it recognized her.
The feeling of her wet heat wrapped around my shaft became nearly unbearable; it was too intense.
This is what had tipped me off that night.
For me, sex was always just that, just a fuck.
With her, it was something profound that I had no words for then or now.
Her screams grew louder when I nipped her breasts with my teeth, and I felt her essence flow around my cock as it invaded her. I covered her mouth with mine to keep the sound from traveling to the rest of the house, even though walls and hallways separated us from the others.
That too became wild and out of control as our tongues mated in time and rhythm with our hips that met with resounding clashing sounds that rang out in the silent room. Her wet heat reacted each time I pounded into her, the sound driving me insane.
I knew the pain had subsided when she grabbed at me and held on, no longer trying to escape my grasp. “That’s it, baby, stay with me.” It was as if she’d been waiting for those words of encouragement. I felt it in her, so I kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
Her scent held me captive, and the way her body moved, the sounds her pussy made as my cock stirred the wetness inside her, it was all just as I remembered.
Her heat gripped me like a glove, her moans pierced that final layer of my cold heart, and I felt the last bit of resolve leave me as I looked down into her bright eyes.
The always bold and brave girl had a vulnerable look in her eyes, one that made my heart ache just a little as I recalled the time we had lost because of my ignorance.
It was hard to remember now why I had given this up, why I had walked away from her back then.
It all seemed so silly now, which it was, since I’ve found myself coming full circle.
I didn’t hide from her this time, but allowed her to see what was in me for her. If she got scared, so be it. We’d both tried staying away from each other, but now, she had to know, just as I did, that there was no turning back from us.
I kissed her forehead, and she came, her pink blossom squeezing around me even as her hands clutched, and her nails dug into my flesh. And I closed my eyes and gave in as I emptied myself in her for the first time that night.
JESSICA
“Wait, stop, you’re not wearing protection.” I barely got the words out through panting breaths.
“I don’t need protection to fuck my woman.”
“You!” Before I could blast him, my mouth was once more filled with his tongue, and I got swept up again.
That’s the only word for it. This feeling of being lost in space and time while he played my body like a puppet master.
I’d long forgotten the pain of being breached and was enjoying the feeling of being full.
The pain had long given way to pleasure, and it was the kind of mind-blowing ecstasy that one shouldn’t dare pass up.
He played me like a song as my body moved with the memory of that long-ago night. The combination of past and present seemed to blend together to form a knot in my gut before each explosive orgasm, and there were plenty. Enough to make me overlook the fact that he’d probably damaged me but good.
I’m not sure how he does it, how he’s so good at wielding that thing he calls a cock but should be in a museum or a lab somewhere being tested.
Damn mammoth dick. I know my size and fortitude, and just like back then, there’s no way that thing should fit in any orifice on my poor body, but here we are.
Once again, he’d used sweet honeyed words and kisses to get beneath my guard and open myself to him again.
Not just physically, but just as I knew and feared, sharing this with him had opened up something more visceral inside, and I was almost certain that this time, I wouldn’t be able to walk away unscathed.
I clutched at him just as hard as he held me and felt the first volley of his hot seed splash against my inner walls, deep, deep inside. Now the wild pleasure was almost overcast by the fear at the thought of what his cumming in me might mean.
He’d been more careful the last time, and if I remember correctly, that was one of the things he’d thrown in my face the morning after. The fact that there would be no child from our union, so I didn’t need to come looking for him.
He hadn’t said those exact words, but it was close enough.
I couldn’t pit my strength against his, so there was no way to throw him off of me, so I tried pushing him out of me with my inner muscles, but that only seemed to spur him on, the cad.
“Ouch!” He bit my damn lip and rolled with me, putting me on top of him.
When I tried to escape, he held me in place with his hand on my head and the other around my middle. “Settle down, you’re not going anywhere.” His mouth just pisses me off. I started to bitch him out, but for some reason, my eyes wouldn’t remain open.
I’m not sure how long I was out for, but the next thing I knew, I was riding him and sharing sleepy, sloppy tongue tangles. He was back to whispering in my ear, but this time I wasn’t having it. “Uh-hmm!” I tried getting away, I don’t wanna hear shit. It’s those empty words that get me in trouble.
He smacked my ass, and my head flew up. I glared down at him, and he grinned, grabbing my hips and guiding my pace.
This was a new one. I wouldn’t exactly call it an anger fuck, but there was definitely a battle going on there.
He won, again, but I made sure to bite the shit out of him everywhere I could reach.
By the time I rolled off of me for the last time and dragged me into his arms like a sack of rice, I was a limp noodle, and he didn’t seem to be doing much better. I did purr like a kitten, which was embarrassing, before giving in to sleep.
Fiend, absolute beast. I can’t feel my legs, and my back is in traction.
Those were my very first thoughts upon awakening the next day.
I was too worn out to enjoy the surprise of having slept through another night.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand because obviously the watch on my wrist was just for decoration.
“Eleven!” I sat up in shock and disbelief.
“Ouch!” Lucky for him, he was nowhere in sight.
How could I forget this feeling like a semi-truck had run over me?
It was the same as the last time, if a bit worse.
That might be because this time he didn’t let up until the wee hours of the morning, while back then we’d only done it twice.
“Just what the hell was he trying to prove anyway?” I eased off the bed, wincing with each move, and crawled my way to the bathroom. I was almost afraid to pee for fear that it would burn, but surprisingly, my bruised and swollen flesh was spared that torment.
At the sink, there was a note under the familiar-looking tube from last night. My cheeks burned just seeing it there as I recalled what it was for and how he had used it to ease the ache between my thighs. That damn cream did more harm than good.
Each time he’d rubbed some of it inside me with his big fingers, he’d end up fucking me again, which only started the whole thing all over and is what had led to me feeling like my bones had been pulverized.
As I turned on the shower, I remembered being lowered into the tub at some point in the wee hours, which had helped with the pain.
I have to give it to him, he’s very attentive, the dog.
As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I heard my phone ringing in the bedroom and rushed to answer it.
I do have a life outside of his prison after all.
Speaking of which, my family hasn’t been calling and harassing me every few hours like they usually do.
I have a pretty good idea why that is, the traitors. They’d all but given me to him, which I plan to ream them for as soon as I return home. How dare they trust the enemy? “Hello!” Why didn’t I check who was calling before answering?
“Don’t leave the house, no running around.” I didn’t bother answering him, because who the fuck? “Jessica, I’m not playing.” I hung up the phone, turned it off, and went about my merry way. I was running low on clothes, so I snagged another one of his white dress shirts to wear over my cutoffs.
I was in the middle of moisturizing and putting on my face paint when the bathroom door slammed open, and there he was, breathing fire. He didn’t say a word, just dragged me up from the vanity where I sat and pulled me along behind him.
“Shoes, I’m not wearing any.” He gave me time to slip on my sneakers before hauling me down the stairs. His mom called out to us, but I barely had time to wave goodbye before being dragged out the door. He wasn’t talking, but his face said it all. He was pissed.
“Who shit in your lunch box?” He threw me into the passenger seat, belted me in, and walked around to the driver’s side, all in deadly silence. I didn’t bother asking where he was taking me, but was surprised when we ended up at his business.
“I’m not dressed for… Hey!” I tugged at his hand and tried to stop his forward motion, but now found myself thrown over his shoulder as he walked like a man on a mission. He didn’t stop until we were in what looked like a conference room where his team had already gathered.
One of his people, maybe his personal assistant, brought over a chair just in time and placed it near the head of the table to his right, and he plopped me down there. The looks on those people’s faces were priceless, but no one dared say a word to the tyrant.
“Continue!” He all but growled at those poor people, and I wanted to disappear.